[ The OA inhales softly, bowing her head for a moment. She keeps her hands on the bar, palms flat on the surface. She looks undeterred-- he doesn't understand, how could he? How could he possibly understand something he couldn't possibly comprehend, something far bigger than him, that this place? It's not his fault. He doesn't know.

And she's sorry, but she doesn't have time to explain it to him. The window is closing and she doesn't know how much longer she has before she loses momentum.

She smiles: a quiet, knowing smile -- it's almost unsettling -- and shakes her head. ]

It's fine, you don't understand. I don't blame you, that's not your fault -- it's all... so much bigger, impossible... than anything else we could ever know.

[ No, she doesn't have all the answers. But she has a secret no one else has. ]

Can you just... tell me where I can find a lake or a river... something like that? And we'll leave it at that.